Not a grandparent but wanted to offer an explanation of why I parent in this exhausting way.
I remember my form mistress telling me when I was about eleven “Don’t ever put yourself down. The world is full of people eager to do that for you”. Over the years I have realised how right she was.
My children will grow up in a world where no one gives a fig about them. At work they will be readily replaceable, no matter how skilled or professional they become. They will be performance managed to an inch of their lives. In school and university, they will only be a source of income and a set of grades to be managed. Their romantic prospects will be decided in less than three seconds by some individual swiping on a phone according to a sorting algorithm that declares them too short, too fat, too educated, or whatever else some horrible ‘seduction success’ website has determined isn’t desirable in a partner.
The only person in the world that I can know will always love them, always appreciate them for exactly who they are, always accept whoever they grow up into, is me.
I want to be that safe haven in a world that even now, is crueller than even I grew up in.
The whole world is already willing and eager to tell my children that they aren’t special and they don’t matter. I won’t join in with that. To me, they are special, to me they are irreplaceable.
I was raised by a mother to whom I didn’t matter a shit and that is damage that’s not undone, despite how hard I’ve worked on it.
I don’t raise them with “no boundaries” or “endless negotiations”, but the thing I do have to give them that no one else can is my love and attention whilst they are so small. For this tiny window in their lives, they can be and are the centre of someone’s world. I can only hope that this is enough to protect them from a lifetime of a world battering their self esteem.
I am trying to vaccinate them against other people’s cruelty. I don’t know if that will work. All I know is that being raised with cruelty made me and many others defenceless against other cruelties as we grew older.
I worry constantly that I am doing the wrong thing. I can’t know until they are grown if this was the wrong thing to do. But this is my best hope and I work as hard at it as I can.
Angela Rayner cleared by HMRC. What a coincidence!
Good Morning Thursday 14th May 2026
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